Abe must write because, by doing so, he is able to play god and all the morons receive just retribution.And because everybody lives up to his (high) expectations and if they do not, they dieeeeeeee.Conclusively, this will make for a better world.

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

My Illicit Affair

Two nights ago I was skimming through some of my old pieces of writing and discovered a few things.1) I used to be far more open and personal in my writing. 2) Most of the pieces I've written in the past, I wouldn't post without heavily editing, solely due to #1.3) There are a few pieces which are fine just as they are.So here we have it again, another one from the vaults, which fits under the criteria of #3. I wrote this piece around two and a half years ago. Without further adieu...

My Illicit Affair

I tried not to, I tried so hard not
to. I wanted to resist it, I really did. But I just couldn’t. “What?” I hear
you ask? But can I tell you?

You see in the beginning, I was
able to ignore her. She didn’t even really exist to me. I wanted nothing to do with
her and it wasn’t like I ever had to be around her. I was in a happy
relationship so what business did I have even liaising with her? She couldn’t
please me; I was already pleased. She couldn’t give me anything that my current
relationship could; I was already satisfied. But then my friends started to
tell me she was good for me, how I’m missing out, how the current relationship I
was in didn’t offer me anything that the prospects of this one could. Out with
the old, in with the new. So after several conflicts of the mind, I succumbed
to peer pressure and decided to get in contact with her, subconsciously
intrigued to discover what all the hype was surrounding her. Before she let me
get to know her, she asked me a few questions, nothing major, just my name, where
I’m located and what I like to be known as. I was cool with that.

At first we’d only communicate a
few times a day, we got off as slow as a snail. But then we started to really
hit it off, I guess the more you get to know someone, the more you start
appreciate their qualities and realise what they can really offer you. But this
would only spell disaster for the apparently ‘happy’ relationship, which I
realised, was not so happy. You see I had lost the enjoyment, the excitement;
there was nothing new. Apart from the friends that knew about this new woman in
my life, I would never mention her around any other friends – they wouldn’t
understand. I could never mention her around my lady, luckily I didn’t really
need to explain to her why I wasn’t spending as much time with her anymore.

Because you see, my not so happy
relationship was my relationship with Facebook and the lady of the night that
caught my eye by simply requesting 140 characters from me was Twitter. A simple
woman she was, she didn’t point out my embarrassing points, or tell me about a
1,000 club nights that I did not want to go to or even continuously ask me to
join ridiculous social groups such as “I wet my toothbrush before I use it”. Oh
no, all she asked me for was “What’s happening”. She always cared. I could
confide in her. Some would see my confessions, but without judging me like the
general Facebook folk.

But you know what? Unlike most
illicit affairs, my one with Twitter is one I am proud of. Okay so Facebook is
no longer consuming my life like it once used to but it still has its purposes.
It reminds me of birthdays, tagged in pictures of memorable nights (and nights
I don’t want to remember), still a great means of contact, amongst its other
uses. But Twitter for me, has become a way of life. A close friend of mine
always say ‘to tweet is to live’ and
I fully believe this. No matter where I am, whether it’s in a meeting, in bed
before I sleep, in the gym, (God forgive me for this one but) even in church, wherever, there is always a reason to
tweet! I believe therefore, that there is only one more thing to say – @abeislegend,
follow me!